Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial
Black shit I master, traps that collapse
All area access, without practice
Hit em, I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes
Maximum (uh) not the minimal
The oratal rock like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which make criminals act
Instrumental in creatin the most rap shit
Got Toni Braxton lookin collapsin
My beats get feet to steppin like Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men like actin
Backslap wack rap to get a reaction
My venom tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from them then hit the
at they show the front row, gettin hectic
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall forever win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You get to my level but you don't hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm you up
I'm sick of weak shit winnin, yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a bitch, seem like cop blockin
The is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the of any nigga with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, come to Los and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, nasty
Manually smash ya
Veral assault and
Sparatically blast at the capacity and cause casualties
Street savy, niggaz me out the Navi'
Groupie chick wish she have me
XE in of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya grab me, ya skills still latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob Swift you at son, the "What What"
make em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I know
But whatever I play, you know that Skillz gon'
Shit we mastered the feat, you can't us (what)
Y'all crap if y'all was doin that shit with eight fingers
on black, we in the Hall of Fame
Got ya picture in our crib on the Wall of
I expect emcees to murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doin
better off if somebody shoot ya
And change ya to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. gon' win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

*Redman's dog barking*